Ahana and Manvika met in New York and became soul sisters. Ahana, an orphan, never experienced a parent's love, while Manvika had a family that never cared for her. Despite their painful pasts, they became each other's strength. But a horrific accident changed their lives forever. The tragedy left Ahana needing facial reconstruction surgery-giving her an identical face to Manvika. Now, Ahana lives as Manvika, hiding her true identity. Meanwhile, the real Manvika was left paralyzed, losing half of herself, including her voice, as her vocal cords were damaged beyond repair. Ahana concealed the truth, while Manvika, drowning in self-hatred, wished for death. But can love find its way back to them? Will they ever get the justice they deserve?

✧.* 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧.* They were never meant to cross paths. But when they did, it rewrote the rules of hatred, desire... and destruction. Ayra Mehrotra had everything - wealth, privilege and a last name that could buy her out of any consequence. Born with a silver spoon and an untamed temper, she never questioned the cost of her actions. Mistakes were just part of the game... until one of them crashed into the wrong man. She thought she was punishing a monster. She didn't realize she was waking one. Adrian Martinez was more than the ruthless heir to the Martinez empire. He was power, precision and an obsession with staying on top. But Ayra's betrayal didn't just hurt his name - it ruined him. One move, and the king of New York's corporate world plummeted from number one to eight. He wasn't just broken. He was humiliated. And she was the reason. And Adrian Martinez doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. He builds cages. Now she has two choices: surrender to six months under his control or watch him dismantle everything she has left. But what begins with a gun pressed to her lips and a contract she can't refuse slowly morphs into something far more twisted. Because in his world, power is addictive. And in hers... survival has never come with a higher cost. Enemies on paper. Addicted in silence. Bound by the very damage they tried to escape. In the end, it isn't hate that ruins them. It's everything that comes after.

𝐍𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐕𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬! ✧.* 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ✧.* | SLOW UPDATE |

✧.* 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧.* For three years, Saisha Roy had been receiving mysterious recordings. Therapy sessions of a stranger. A man consumed by obsession, his voice dripping with madness as he spiraled deeper into his own darkness. She called him Mr. Psycho. It was harmless. Just recordings. Just a voice from a country far across the world. Until the last one arrived. Until she realized they were meant for her. And the man behind them was not just some voice lost in the dark. He was Rayan Martínez. A powerful businessman. Unhinged. Destructive. A man who had spent three years searching for someone, his obsession so consuming that therapy was the only thing keeping him from losing control. And now, he had found her. She swore to kill him before he could take everything from her. But fate had other plans. The only person who promised to help her destroy him was the man she had saved. A stranger with no past. No memories. Yet, every time she looked into his emerald-green eyes and heard his deep voice, she was dragged back to those recordings. The way he spoke. The way his words wrapped around her like a noose. It was too familiar. Had she saved a stranger or unknowingly let the devil himself into her home?

"A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

✭⋆𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆✭ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"

"Ellie.. " he warned when I gently squeezed his hard bludge over the slacks causing him to cursed underneath his breathe. Mason wrapped his hand around my neck pulling my face closer to his. "I Know what are you trying to do, bella" he Whispered. A sexy smirk playing on his handsome face when I moaned feeling his another hand sliding down between my legs massaging me roughy. "And if you don't cut it out. I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good" One friday night, Ellie Rose - A breathtaking beautiful, gorgeous, innocent and successful lawyer end up encountering with a handsome- well, Insanely Handsome, Gorgeous and Sexiest man alive. Little does she knew, he's one of the most powerful and highly successful Businessman of italy. To Ellie, it was just one night stand but to him, it was something more and he wasn't planning to let her go so easily. Things started to get too much heated between them as their every night turn out to be wild and full of passionate. But.. what dark secret is Mason Williams hiding? Warning: Mature language and Adult, sexual scene. The story will be edited once it get done.

𝘛𝘞: +18 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘉𝘋𝘚𝘔, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 & 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭. Fred Weasley hated that Slytherin girl with his entire soul; Lilith Arambella was not only Severus Snape's niece, the daughter of one of the most dangerous Death Eaters to ever exist but also, the Beater in the Slytherin team and a terribly good player (nearly as good as him!). Fred Weasley couldn't do anything but hate her, and the feeling was pretty much reciprocal. ✵ • 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 • 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 1994 - 1998 + 𝘌𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 • 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 • 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 • 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗔/𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗪𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. [ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞-𝐰𝐡𝐨-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭-𝐧𝐨𝐭-𝐛𝐞-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐉𝐊𝐑 ] 𝓍𝒶𝓃𝒶 <3